Ice creams in italy

We took the chairlift up to a beautiful lake (D took some convincing but was made up with the chairlift once he was on it), then walked back down. Glorious up there, the reflection of the mountains in the lake was unreal - but I chose this pic of us eating ice creams in Italy for my blip. Why? Because it's not everyday you can get back from a walk, jump in the car, drive 3km into Italy to buy gorgeous Italian ice cream from a beautiful traditional Italian tabac with a genuine 1950s ice cream fridge thing! And what big ice creams they were too!